I found my straightener and used it to curl my long hair. I’d never done this myself before, but Ane loved to curl my hair because it was so long and straight, so I’d watched her do it sometimes. When I was done, I put on some makeup and even a little bit of light pink lipstick. I was officially ready to face Harry on the outside, but on the inside on the other hand, I wasn’t quite as sure..
I grabbed the only purse I owned, my phone and some money before I left the hotel room and found a cab outside. While the cab was driving me to Wembley Arena, I noticed that Niall had answered my text.
“Yeah, sure. Paul will meet you outside at 6:40.” Well, then I had 10 minutes left until I was meeting him.
When I arrived at the arena 10 minutes later, I spotted Paul by the main entrance right away. A lot of teenage girls stared with jealous looks, when he walked up to me and greeted me with a big smile on his face. So they were obviously jealous of me talking to One Direction’s manager – I was so glad they didn’t know if was Susann from Harry’s tweeting last night, because then I probably would have been dead by now.
“Hey Susann, it’s good to see you again. You’re looking nice tonight!” Paul complemented me.
“Aw, thanks Paul!” I blushed and looked down at my shoes; I always got so awkward when people complimented me.
“Harry will be so glad to see you. I think he’ll really appreciate your support tonight!” Harry obviously hadn’t told Paul about us fighting and stuff, because he seemed unaware. Still he had a really weird look on his face, like something wasn’t completely right.
“Is there anything wrong?” I asked him with a concerned look on my face.
“Noo, not at all. The boys are just really excited about this performance and Harry is a bit nervous about his solo…” he shrugged “but it’ll be alright”. I wasn’t fully convinced, but I nodded and put on a fake smile.
I got my ticket and went inside to find my seat. Even though I’d been in London on my own for more than 24 hours now, I’d never felt more alone than I did right now. I was surrounded by thousands of people I didn’t know, mostly obsessed One Direction fans, who were screaming like crazy, even though the boys hadn’t even come on stage yet. After what I’d heard, they weren’t going to perform before at the end of the show.
When it was 7 PM the show started and the audience got silent. To be honest I hadn’t really watched the show a lot, so it just sat there for 45 minutes, staring out in the air, thinking.
“And we’ll be right back after the break with One Direction” the hosts announced and the crowd went nuts again. I could feel the butterflies starting to build up in my stomach as well and I almost felt sick. I didn’t know how stuff was between me and Harry right now, but I was still excited for him. Or actually for all of them. This was their first ever live performance with their debut single. Sure they’d been performing live when they were on The X-Factor last year, but this was their work, not just another cover of someone else’s song.
When the show got back on, the crowd started to cheer again and one of the hosts tried to calm them down.
“They’re supposed to be here to perform What Makes You Beautiful, their single, but they’re not… does anyone know what’s happened to One Direction?” He looked confused over at the other host. I knew this was just a prank, because Niall had revealed a bit for me last night. “Apparently they’re still on the tube..” he said and finally their song started playing and a video of the boys started rolling on the screen. It was the boys singing on a tube surrounded by fans who were dancing and singing along. Suddenly the tube stopped and the boys all got out and started running down the street followed by the fans. The fans chased them all the way down to Wembley arena, where they went backstage and got ready go on stage.
When it was time for the last chorus of the song, the boys finally came running out on stage, followed by all the screaming fans. The started singing while jumping up and down and they all seemed really excited about the performance. I had to say the whole concept with the entire performance was quite genius. Everything from them singing in the tube, then getting chased down by fans and in the end running out on stage here at Wembley. My heart started beating faster as I realized it was time for Harry’s solo. The music slowed down, the audience went quiet and a spotlight hit him. Even though I hadn’t seen One Direction live a lot, I understood that something went a bit wrong. Harry’s voice was trembling and I could barely hear his voice. Before the last words he took a deep breath and Niall patted his shoulder.
From then and until the entire show was over, Harry had a weird look on his face. I couldn’t really brag about knowing him too well or anything, but even I could see that he looked miserable. The performance had been absolutely amazing and the crowd had loved it, but he didn’t seem too happy about it. His solo hadn’t been a hundred percent perfect, I could admit that, but it was far away from bad and it was completely normal to be nervous in such circumstances. Maybe it was just me? Maybe Harry wasn’t unsatisfied at all. I’d almost convinced myself that I was just imagining this when I heard someone whisper behind me.
“He was probably so nervous because of this girl who is being a total bitch to him. Susann or whatever she’s called, the girl he tweeted about. I bet it’s her fault Harry’s feeling so miserable right now”.